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errybody
01:52
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errybody errywur, just tryin ta get ther shit together, errybody errywhur
it's so easy to get it wrong, so I just try to sing along,
that's why i wrote this song, to give us something to feel strong
errybody
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2. |
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Say say my play mate
Won't you lay hands on me
Mirror my malady
Transfer my tragedy
Got a curse I cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
When the moon is round and full
Gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish
My mind's aflame
We could jet in a stolen car
But I bet we wouldn't get too far
Before the transformation takes
And bloodlust tanks and
Crave gets slaked
My mind has changed
My body's frame but god I like it
My hearts aflame
My body's strained but god I like it
My mind has changed
My body's frame but god I like it
My hearts aflame
My body's strained but god I like it
Charge me your day rate
I'll turn you out in kind
When the moon is round and full
Gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your
Mongrel mind
Baby doll I recognize
You're a hideous thing inside
If ever there were a lucky kind it's
You you you you
I know it's strange another way to get to know you
You'll never know unless we go so let me show you
I know it's strange another way to get to know you
We've got till noon here comes the moon
So let it show you
Show you now
Dream me oh dreamer
Down to the floor
Open my hands and let them
Weave onto yours
Feel me, completer
Down to my core
Open my heart and let it
Bleed onto yours
Feeding on fever
Down all fours
Show you what all that
Howling's for
Hey hey my play mate
Let me lay waste to thee
Burned down their hanging trees
It's hot here hot here hot here hot here
Got a curse we cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
There's a cure comes with a kiss
The bite that binds the gift that gives
Now that we got gone for good
Writhing under your riding hood
Tell your Gra'ma and your mama too
It's true
We're howling forever
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3. |
in the pines
03:13
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My love, my love, what have I done
To make you beat me so
You've caused me to weep, you've caused me to moan
I bleed with what you’ve sown
I’ve run, I’ve run, I’ve run away
To where I can’t be found:
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
You’ll shiver when the cold wind blows
The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia Line
The engine passed at six o'clock
Caboose went by at nine
I’ve run, I’ve run, I’ve run away
To where I can’t be found:
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
You’ll shiver when the cold wind blows
My love, my love, what have you done
By the train, in the pines far down
Your hair was found in the driver’s wheel
And your body has never been found.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
You’ll shiver when the cold wind blows (x4 one loud one soft?)
It’s a long steel rail and a short cross ties,
I’m on my way back home.
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4. |
creosote
04:57
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dust gets in my eyes, as it rolls across town
i can feel a monsoon is comin round
the smell of creosote hangs in the, wet hot air
it don't feel like a desert, when you're there
when you're there
ol trash river will, soon be a flood
train tracks by the Slab are all, covered in mud
the smell of tear gas hangs in the, wet hot air
but it don't feel like a desert, when you're there
when you're there
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